I [26F] was over at my boyfriend’s [25M] house on Sunday night. He was playing video games with his mates, as usual, although apparently due to the world championships happening over the weekend, he’s gotta win 100 games in a fortnight to win some exclusive skin, so he was pretty focused on playing.
I was feeling a little needy, if I’m honest. I dressed very cute to see him; I had a lacy black bralette, barely holding the girls in place, and a floor length black skirt with a thigh-high split. Goth but beachy. And he was focusing all his attention on some game…
Standing out of sight, I took off my underwear, and then crawled under his desk again, and started unzipping his pants to blow him. He really loved it last time, and I wanted his attention. He was still mid-game, strategizing in the discord call, but he grinned and scooted forward on his chair and leant back, making it easier for me to tug his jeans off. He was already standing at attention before I had even touched his cock directly.
I planned to tease the everloving fuck out of him – if he’s not going to give me the attention I deserve, I’m going to make him beg for the attention he wants.
I kissed from his knee, up his thighs, and right to the base of his cock, before gently taking his balls into my mouth, one at a time, moving my tongue softly around them. I remove my mouth and pause, waiting for him to look at me. It takes about thirty seconds before he makes eye contact with me, silently mouthing “please”. I lick his tip just slightly, leaving a little string of spit between him and my tongue as I pull back. He mutes his mic, and says,
“Babe, you can’t tease me like this.”
I smiled and say, “I absolutely can.” and maintain eye contact as I slowly take his cock into my mouth, firmly up against the back of my throat, and stayed here. He tried to wiggle his hips to gently fuck my mouth, so I slide his cock back out. “No, no, no. I’m in control, here.”
He makes a pouting face and returns to his call. They’re about to start a new game, and are just waiting in the lobby As I run my tongue flat against the underside of his cock, I can faintly hear his mates through his headphones. One of them brings up No Nut November, and says he’s gonna do it. (Pretty doable for him tbh, it’s a pandemic, and he’s chronically single at the best of times, and chronically an asshole). Another jokes that he lost, alone, at 1am. My boy jokes says he’s made it so far, and I take the opportunity to shove his cock right into my mouth again and pump it in and out of my mouth until he can’t hold the moan in. He mutes himself and leans back, allowing himself to really enjoy the feeling of his cock filling my mouth.
It’s short lived, though, as the game starts and he has to refocus his attention. He’s doing terribly at holding the moans back as he talks to the team, trying to mask them as groans of complaint about the game. I try my best to flick my tongue over his tip or take his whole cock into my mouth when he’s mid-setence, watching his expression as he fights to hold the moans in.
As soon as the game ends, he says “brb guys” and falls onto the floor next to me, orders me to turn around, and lifts up my skirt. He sees that my underwear is long gone. “So this was your plan all along?” And without waiting for my answer, he shoves his cock into my soaking wet pussy and starts thrusting as fast as he can. After half an hour of me teasing him, he is absolutely *desperate* to orgasm. I can feel his hipbones slam into my ass, as I urge him to fuck me like a doll, to use me and fill me with his cum. He can cum wherever he wants, on my face, on my ass, in my pussy… Whatever he wants. He tells me he wants to cum on my face; he knows how much I loved it last time.
The rhythm of his thrusts has shaken my breasts loose from my top; I bend my arms slightly, lowering my breasts so that my nipples gently brush the carpet as they swing. My boy is moaning in pleasure, and he tries to pull out in time to cum on my face, but is just a second too late, and he explodes all over my ass and pussy. He squeezes my ass as he catches his breath. I stay in position, on all fours and my ass in the air, waiting for whatever he wants to do to me next.
His composure regained, he reaches underneath me and touches my clit, just barely grazing it with his index finger. I shiver. “Your turn.” He grins.
He moves me to sit in his desk chair, pulling my legs up over his shoulders, and kisses my thighs, just like I did to him. He reaches my pussy and takes one long, excruciatingly slow lick from my slit up to my clit. I keep my breathing level, trying to not let him know how badly I want to cum on his face, in case he tries to withhold my rightful orgasm. He tries, anyway.
“Oh, I guess you don’t want more…”. He wants me to beg. I need to cum; I can feel my pulse in my clit. Despite wanting to stay in control, I give in.
“Please give me more, babe. Make me cum. Please, babe.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, babe, ple-aAHH” he interrupts me by flicking his tongue over my clit. I can hear how wet I am as his mouth moves against my lips, still sticky with his cum. I grip his hair in one hand, holding his head in place, and start playing with my breasts with the other, pinching and tugging on my nipple.
As he tongues my clit, he slips some fingers into my pussy. I don’t know how many; I’m so wet that he could probably have fisted me and it would’ve slipped right in. I am, however, exquisitely aware of every movement against my clit. I can feel the texture of his tongue in every flick, and every time he exhales, the warm air sends goosebumps down my thighs.
I’m starting to get close, and I can feel my pussy clenching hard around his fingers. With his other hand, he coats one of his fingers in my wetness, and slowly pushes it into my ass. It sends me over the edge, and I can’t even get the words out to tell him I’m cumming. I shudder in orgasm, trying to scream his name, but I can only get the first syllable out before it’s lost to my incoherent moans, and he keeps pumping his fingers into me until I have the capacity to tell him to stop.
I try to move, but can’t. I’m still feeling the waves of orgasm roll over me. After a few minutes, I muster up all of my strength to leave the desk chair and lay on the floor to recover.
“I’m good, now. You can get back to your game.”
He kisses my forehead, and rejoins the call.
“So I failed no-nut November.”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jmsdtq/ruined_no_nut_november_on_day_one_fm
Good girl!
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